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At this moment, he has changed his equipment. Originally, he was just holding a hunting knife, but now he was carrying his jet-black overlord spear. The simple gray linen shirt on his body was replaced by blue chain mail, and a pair of silver combat boots were on his feet.

But if Alex and the others saw it, they would definitely sweat a little. Because where he was, he had crossed the neutral river in the center of the arena. In other words, he has invaded this half of Noxus' wild area.

He Luo, who was originally jumping among the bushes and thorns like the wind, suddenly stopped. He bent down and looked at a fresh trail on the bush.

It was a bush of thorns that was supposed to stand upright like a spear, but now it had fallen to the side, the thorns of the thorns had been broken, and there were many fresh dirt marks on it.

He Luo raised his head and looked in the other direction of the bushes, which should be the direction in which the hero of the opponent's jungler position left, and in that direction, the ring-shaped towering rock wall formed a circle, and the jungle was cut off by the rock wall, and what was inside the rock wall was always unknown.

Without the slightest hesitation, He Luo stood up, carried the black spear behind him, and then lowered his body, like a sharp arrow, clinging to the bushes and thorns in the direction of the rock wall.

Soon, He Luo came to the end of the bushes and thorns. Once there, there was only one way ahead. A solid, arid loess road curved forward, like a sword, cutting a gap in the entire rock face. There was nothing on the towering rock wall, only the place where the road entered the rock wall, the wind howled into the gap, and there was the faint sound of running water.

A deep pool that is not very spacious. The color of the water is inky black, the black is deep and serene. If it weren't for a few trickles dripping down the rock wall, the pool would have been thought to be a fixed black mirror.

And now there is a man standing quietly by the edge of this deep pool. A person with a solemn back and a lonely-looking man.

He was dressed in a suit of silver armor, and eight long knives were tied behind him like a fan. His massive hood obscured most of his face, revealing only his thin lips.

"Whetstone...... Whetstone...... Whetstone ......"

The man kept muttering in a low voice.

As if in response to the man's voice, the originally peaceful surface of the pool seemed to have changed a little. Circles of ripples began to ripple on the tranquil water.

He Luo suddenly raised his head.

He felt the wind coming from the sky, falling from the sky.

It turned out that the real change was that the water on the surface of the pool shook, and that was because of a huge dragon suddenly emerging from a gap in the annular rock wall.

The dragon's skin is rough, like sandstone, oozing red from its skin. Its wings fluttered, and within the rock wall, the wind swept above the deep pool.

The dragon clung to the rock wall with its sharp claws, and the crushed rubble smashed into the deep pool, causing a splash. The dragon tilted its head slightly, and it roared, its blood-red eyes fixed on the man with the long knife standing on the edge of the pool.

"Whetstone......" The man also raised his head slightly at this time, his hood seemed to be lifted a little, "with your bones...... Come be my whetstone! ”

The man's figure moved, he held four long knives in each hand, he began to sprint from the edge of the deep pool, like a dragonfly on the surface of the deep pool, his speed was very fast, and then he had rushed to the edge of the rock wall, and then ran up the rock wall, he had only one purpose, that is, the dragon that had climbed the rock wall.

Seeing the man's figure, He Luo sighed softly. He already knew who it was.

Tyrone.

Tyrone, Shadow of the Blade.

Many people firmly believe that the man who can use a knife the most in the Land of Runeterrae is the barbarian king Tedarmir. But more people admit that the man who can kill with a knife the most in the Land of Runeterras can only be Tyrone.

Tyrone was an assassin who grew up on the streets of Noxus. Due to his sense and talent for knives, almost all of the Assassin guilds in Noxus regarded him as the greatest outlier. Many guilds wanted to invite him, and many more wanted to assassinate him, but all the Assassins who appeared in front of him were killed and thrown into the moat.

Until the general of Noxus, Du. General Kerkao defeated young Tyrone and treated him like his own son. Katerina, the Ominous Blade, and Casipeoya, the Champion of the Demon Serpent, both regard him as the most respectable brother. And from then on, the entire Runeterras even knew his name - Tyrone. When the shadow of the blade appeared, it was the man when fate was judged to be harvested.

The dragon roared contemptuously, a trace of dragon breath erupting from its nostrils.

The dragon's breath was a cyan flame, impartial, shooting straight at the man who was running on the rock wall. In the dragon's eyes, this human with a long knife like a hedgehog was nothing more than a small creature. Even if he is a powerful warrior among the human race, he cannot fight against his own power alone.

Tyrone smiled contemptuously as well. He was furious, but his eyes were as black as thunder and lightning and this deep pool.

Just when he wasn't far from the dragon and could even feel the heat of the green flames, Tyrone threw the long knife in his hand.

One after another, no one could see Tyrone's technique, but the long knife shot out like a sharp arrow, eight long knives, eight directions, impartial, just formed a small circle, and this circle composed of long knives was aimed at the dragon.

Buzz, buzz.

With a continuous buzz, several long knives missed, cutting deep into the hard stone wall. The other knives hit their targets, two of them piercing the dragon's wings, and the hilts of the blades pinning the dragon to the stone wall. A long knife flew against the dragon's face, and the dragon instinctively tilted its head, but its thick skin was cut, and the dragon's blood dripped down its jagged scales.

"Whew!"

The dragon screamed in pain. As soon as it kicked on the rock wall, the large rock shattered. It still had those two knives on its wings, and it fluttered its wings in anger and lunged at Tyrone.

As the dragon swooped down in the air, Tyrone vanished.

Without warning, he vanished.

When Tyrone reappeared, he was already behind the dragon, and he had come to the stone wall where the dragon had climbed earlier. Tyrone grabbed the two long knives that had sunk into the stone wall and pulled them hard.

One of the thin, long knives shattered, but the other was intact in Tyrone's hand.

Tyrone raised his hand again, but he didn't simply toss the long knife.

The man in armor threw himself and the long knife together, and Tyrone and the long knife fused together perfectly, and he slashed through the air and slashed at the dragon's back, between its hideous wings, the back of the dragon's weakest neck.

Bang.

Tyrone's knife finally slashed into the back of the dragon's neck. Unlike the legend, even the weakest neck of the dragons was covered with thick armor-like scales. Tyrone's knife cut through the gap, and he gritted his teeth with both hands. Blood burst out, staining his silver hood bright red.

The dragon roared, it breathed in anger, flapping its wings in a panic, and the deep pool without waves was already a huge wave. The dragon tried to shake off the hedgehog-like human on his back, but no matter how much he struggled, Tyrone's knife grew deeper and deeper, and blood rained down on Tyrone's body, and his whole body seemed to be a bloody man.

Suddenly.

The dragon stopped struggling, and Tyrone stopped cutting.

"The dragon is killed."

"Tyrone is killed."

The sound of the system was heard in the sky again.

He Luo, who was standing on the edge of the deep pool, finally relaxed, and he sat down weakly as if he had exhausted all his strength.

It turned out that He Luo used this trick of stabbing. He threw his Overlord Spear, the black spear sinking through the dragon's chest and shooting out of the back of its neck, killing Tyrone, who was covered in blood and still couldn't see his face.

"It turns out that the 16th level 6 god costume can kill two-thirds of the blood of the dragon in seconds?" He Luo said in a low voice.